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Starlight and embers bring glints off of stones,

monuments left of traitors we've opposed

whose gaze met that of our queen from ‘neath her throne,

their souls thereon entombed in marble and gold.

The simulacra made of the ones who dared to question

would stand eternal watch at the doors of the Vatican.

Birthed of most perverse paradoxes,

our goddess's breath poisons the holy waters.

We sate our thirst with the cursed and prepare for slaughter,

and, before them, regurgitate the bones of their daughters.

The onslaught withers walls of stone into sand

and the cardinals within are discovered.

With brutal efficiency we take the holy land,

and yet my thirst soon recovers.

As our goddess is struck, she bleeds,

and our matriarch's influence stutters.

For a long-awaited moment, I'm free,

and met, in horror, with a mind I govern.

Burned from within by the grasp of the queen,

I take the chance to strike while she is weak.

I meet her throat with all the force with which my teeth can sink,

and tear the lungs within asunder as I set my brothers free.